“Get whatever you want.”
“Whatever?”
Cole nods and a sneaky smile spreads across my face.
He’s going to regret saying that in a few hours.
I start walking around the designer boutique, loading up my arms with clothes. Within seconds, a tall, blonde sales lady approaches me. Her shoes make sharp clicks on the ground as she walks, and the first thing I notice is that she smells like baby powder.
“Shopping for a special occasion?” she asks, widening her matte mauve lips in a smile.
“A dinner.”
“An anniversary or —” she stars.
I cut her off. “Something like that.”
She nods curtly, her blonde bangs flopping across her forehead. “Are we looking for any particular style of dress?” she asks, noticing the selection of dresses I’ve already grabbed.
“Sexy but elegant,” I tell her confidentl
